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Winter nights are bright from the moonlight reflectedAgainst the white shiny surface of snow. “Do you know where to go?” — He repeats in his head as the soles of his heavy boots are drowningDeep in the snow, leaving deep chain-like trace of footprints.Only to hear the whistling sound of cold Northern wind in return.
Danna Z
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Magical piece. Thanks for sharing.
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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